We’ve made it to the end of a very long, strange week. Most importantly, Alissa came through her surgery to correct a deviated septum well and is recovering nicely. I want to take a moment to thank my mom for taking on extra kid transportation duties, and to Alissa’s mom for taking care of Alissa and a home that I had left shamefully unprepared for housing either a guest or a recovering surgical patient. The week would have been a disaster without their help.
My cold is on the mend, and the computer is in for repairs. You can begin to expect more normal posts early next week.
Annie had a bit of a false start on her first full day of preschool on Tuesday, but she rallied and had a great day on Thursday.
Harry completed his first full week of Kindergarten, earning a good behavior stamp every day so far. He also earned Student of the Day recognition for his class on Monday.
On one hand, nothing I’m reporting here is terribly consequential. Truth be told, this l post has the feel of a particularly anemic Christmas letter. On the other hand, “Great” Thoughts is billed as “a journal of life and other occurrences,” and sometimes life is about hard slogs and small victories, like surviving the week.
Then I think about a hyperbolic term like “survival” and I feel smaller for using it to describe a cold, a broken computer, and successful outpatient surgery.
I think about the woman and her three children who sought my help finding lodging for the night while fleeing a bad marriage. I think about people coming home to foreclosure notices, or collection calls, to homes empty of love, or to no homes at all.
You know, it was a pretty good week.